July 26, 2012

Being that I now find myself in a paternal way I haven't had much time to work on The Singing Hill, my meatspace campaign, or this weird thing I've been kicking around I call the Sea of Entropy. I did manage to finish off a series of character quirk tables for the old-school inflected science fantasy grimdark transhuman body horror Necromunda Adeptus Mechanicus BLAME! thing. Imagine the French nobility as inhuman superscience sorceror-kings using up the common stock of humanity in bizarre long-game projects that they themselves might not understand. They've started to glitch as millennia have rolled on, ossifying their existence into a series of rituals devoid of meaning, but their immortality, inhumanity, and immense resources make them almost impossible to interact with. PCs are normal humans touched by these schemes and then dungeoncrawls and revolution happen or something.

Babylon
stands in the center of a vast wasteland of rust and ash. It rises,
layer upon layer of endless galleries, twisting markets, cramped
garrets, and cold squares. The teeming districts are hemmed in by vast
walls, but none are so thick as the outer walls of the city. In places
these huge pediments stand fifty meters thick. Rising above these are
the estates of the Nobles, vast, dark, and strange.

Babylon
is ruled by the Nobility, posthuman beings of incredible power and
immense age. They have organized themselves into bizarre households led
by an Elder. Their control is absolute, but rarely does that gaze drift
from their strange obsessions. The city was built for the Nobles eons
ago by vast machines that still make up the heart of each estate. Common
humanity that live in Babylon do so only by the grace, or ignorance, of
the Nobles.

The
city is populated by all manner of scientists, thieves, capitalists,
madmen, fanatics, anarchists, mercenaries, and cannibals in constant
conflict with one another. They have found entrance through a number of
routes. Most natives are born into vassal servitude to a Noble house,
while they may move more freely through the city they are owned body and
soul by the estate that spawned them. Some come as slaves, delivered on
the flesh arks from all corners of the globe and shackled to an endless
number of Noble devices. Others gain entrance through the arenas that
dot the city, forced to take part in strange bloodsports concocted by
the inhuman Nobles. The truly pitiful find their way through the
millions of tiny cracks in the city’s walls or climb up through the
labyrinthine sewer systems that stretch miles below the surface.

Babylon
is a swirling miasma of conspiracies. On top of it all the Nobles vie
for control of their estates, each seeking to depose his Elder. They
beat a ceaseless dance of plot and counterplot. Every step in their war
of manners is bounded by ritual and demands exacting precision. This
drives the Nobles to war by proxy. While they choose not to act against
each other, their vassal houses are not so limited.

The tables below were created to give new characters a bizarre quirk and to cement how messed up anyone in Babylon is bound to be. It's rules-free, and could be used for anyone sufficiently effed up fantasy.

Vassal

Roll

Effect

1

Mental Conditioning: Whenever his Lord is mentioned by name this vassal must:

1) Shout the Noble’s praises.

2) Knock his head on the ground 1d4 times.

3) Cross himself.

4) Vomit.

5) Go limp.

6) Convulse for 1d4 turns

2

Marked: This vassal has the house mark of a Noble’s estate etched in his face.

3

Voices: This vassal constantly hears the voice of their Lord whispering gibberish in his ear.

4

Scratch Paper: A Noble used this vassal for taking notes, leaving his cryptic scrawl written on the vassal’s skin.

5

Thoughtvalve:
A large circular port can be found somewhere on this vassal’s head.
Whether it was for taking thoughts or leaving them behind no one can
say...

6

Porcelain
Doll: This vassal was made into a beautiful object for his Lord. His
skin has been replaced with flawless living porcelain. When broken it
exposes the muscle and sinew beneath.

7

Living Furniture: This vassal has been reshaped into a piece of furniture.1) Couch2) Endtable3) Chair4) Cabinet

8

Abacus:
This vassal's mind has been crafted into a calculating engine through
cranial reshaping. His skull is stretched and angular.

9

Hindstep: This vassal's legs have been warped to a digitigrade posture like a deer.

10

Sculpture: This vassal's body had been sculpted to meet his Lord's whim, giving him a horrific visage.

11

Nightlander:
This vassal came from an estate that is an cold, black labyrinth. His
skin is pale and his sightless atrophied eyes are bulbous, he uses
echolocation in its place.

12

Amphibian:
This vassal comes from a submerged estate, his lungs have been replaced
by gills. He has a wetsuit for travel outside the estate.

13

Lungswapped:
This vassal has had his internal organs rearranged and replaced. His
figure is gaunt and bulbous in weird asymmetry.

14

His Master’s Voice: Most of this vassal’s lower face and neck have been replaced with a machine that speaks for him.

15

Pristine Specimen: This vassal seems entirely normal, but has a maker’s mark etched somewhere on his body.

16

Dyed: This vassal’s skin is an unnatural hue. The Noble prefers all his servants’ color to match.

Shattered:
This slave has taken horrific damage, leaving much of his bones broken.
Baroque leather and iron braces support his shattered frame.

12

Mummer: This slave's face has been replaced by an expressionless mask which leaves him unable to speak.

13

Incomplete: This dreg has lost a limb in his service.

1) Leg at the knee

2) Entire arm

3) Arm at the elbow

4) Entire Leg

5) Foot

6) Hand

14

Toolkit: This slave’s hands have been replaced by a large number of intricate tools.

15

Fused: This slave was used as a conductor for a bizarre machine. He has circuit contact points on his hands and feet.

16

Loupeman:
A system of lens has been grafted to this slave’s skull. His eyes can
focus on objects 10 times smaller or more distant than unaided vision.

17

Patchwork: After a horrific accident this slave was repaired with cast-off pieces of other slaves, few of which match.

18

Example: This slave was brutalized as an example for the rest. His body bears a warning to all who see it.

19

Hulk: Long years of hard labor and adulterated food have turned this slave into a mountain of muscle.

20

Willowbone: This slave has crafted to work at great heights. His bones are hollow and incredibly light.

Dregs

Roll

Effect

1

Toxic:
This dreg crept into Babylon through a noxious outlet pipe. His body
has absorbed the toxins of the sewers. His grasp causes metal to rust
and paper to molder.

2

Verminhaunt:
This dreg has seen the things that live beneath the streets and faced
them to enter Babylon. He is wary, listening to the whispers that murmur
through the sewer lines, and jumps at shadows

3

Rattletrap:
This dreg’s lungs have been permanently damaged by the vapors and
smoke, he entered the city through some high smokestack.

4

Enginekissed: This dreg found entrance through a huge machine. His body is a patchwork of fine scars.

5

Crushed: Creeping through an assembly line crushed this dreg’s body. His features are flattened and squashed.

July 06, 2012

This week I had a smaller turnout. We didn't have any Hangout players, so that experiment will have to wait till later. I added some new house rules to the campaign, Jack and Matt's slot-based inventory system and a tightening up the temporal wiggle room I'd given the players. Partly due to the (one-way) design of my early adventures and partly due to my bleeding heart weaksauce DMing I'd start every session where the last ended, with whomever's character who happened to be in attendance and damn the torpedoes to explaining how or why characters could pop in and out of existence within a dungeon. It made it easier to ensure the game kept going when we were short a few players, but it's made increasingly less sense as the campaign has continued. That will no longer be the case. It's expected that the party will have to make it out of whatever death trap they've been tramping through if they want to add characters to the mix. If they can't make it back to town or base camp or whatever than they won't be able to add new characters. Obvious in retrospect, and almost guaranteed to make some players complain, but I'm willing to do the bookkeeping.

So on with what happened last session! The party finished exploring the the reservoir dungeon, scoring some loot in a side tunnel they found at the water level. Waiting for them at the top of the spiral staircase in the basement was the witch, surrounded by her cats. In repayment for discovering what was causing the village to sink, the giant crab statue had been raising the water table with sea water, she offered to translate the octagonal books they'd found. One was a historical text, the other a manual of giant insects, and the last a manual for the machinery in the reservoir. With the book, the witch, and a craftsman from Snim they were able to repair the machinery and activate it, draining the reservoir and pumping the water away from the town.

Then they all went to a bar and the dwarf got eaten trying to wrestle a boa constrictor in a pit fight.